Hunter is pleased with his score. So when the tall blonde Dauntless-born appears in front of him, he decides to push his luck. "How's it going, sweetheart?" he taunts.
"I see you're ranked second best among the transfers," she says without preamble.
"I'm touched," he says, genuinely surprised. "You know my name."
"I also noticed that I'm second best among the Dauntless-born," she continues. "So now I suppose you know mine."
After a quick glance back at the posted scores, he offers his hand. "Nice to meet you, Bobbi."
"I've already had my tongue down your throat," she points out. "I think we can skip the formalities."
"As you please," he replies. "So, did you come here for a reprise of that little incident, or…"
"I came because you've clearly got potential. You, me, the ring, midnight. Let's see what you've got."
She turns sharply on her heel, and he calls after her "Am I allowed to bring witnesses, or do you want to have a bit of privacy?"
She pauses, and twists her upper half so she is facing him without fully turning around. "Up to you. I mean, we've already seen what you can do with an audience. I don't know if you'll be able to get it up when it's just you, all alone…." She lifts one eyebrow, then saunters away.
He makes it to the ring ten minutes early, so he can be waiting for her. Unfortunately, she must have had the same idea, because she's leaning against the wall when he shows up. "You're early," he comments, to try to throw attention off himself.
"Well, I figured you're probably one of those guys who always comes too early."
Oh, she did not just go there. "Now I'm starting to think you're all talk."
"Oh, I'm good at getting things done. The secret is to put your back into it." Her grin tells him that she knows exactly what she's doing.
He smirks. "All right, love. Put on your big girl panties and let's do this." He steps into the ring, and she does the same.
The fight is well-matched. She has the height advantage, but it's slight, and their strengths are comparable. Watching her, he notices her telegraphing almost every move she makes. Once he starts paying attention to her body language, the extra milliseconds he gains in time to defend and strike back go a long way to compensate for her more extensive experience.
Finally, he misjudges one of her lunges, and she takes her opportunity. She knocks him to the floor, and lands on top of him, straddling his hips, hands on his shoulders. Both of them are breathing hard, sweating, and well aware of what sort of position they're in. He eventually breaks the silence. "Ready for round two?"
She stands, offering him a hand up. "I'm always ready. But I figured you'd need to wait a little bit, let your engine cool down before it warms back up again."
"Well, maybe we could do something else in the meantime."
She snorts. "What, like roll over and fall asleep?"
That's the last straw. He lunges at her, intending to pin her against the opposite wall. Instead, he finds himself back on the floor, with her knee on his chest.
She leans in close to whisper in his ear. "One rule."
"Yeah?"
"I'm in charge."
The kiss that follows leaves him almost speechless, capable of only one word: "Agreed."